The cold steel pressed against Kimi's throat, and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable pain. Her heart hammered against her ribs as fear consumed every fiber of her being.
But instead of slicing through her skin, the blade moved away from her neck. She felt it hover near her arm instead.
"What about stabbing her arm instead?" the boy sneered, his breath hot against her ear. "That would teach her a lesson without killing her outright."
Kimi's eyes flew open, terror flooding through her veins. She was going to lose her arm. The thought made her stomach churn with nausea. She tried to prepare herself for the agony that would follow.
A sudden crash echoed through the warehouse.
Kimi flinched, expecting the worst, but the sound came from behind her. She turned her head just in time to see a beer bottle exploding against her captor's skull. Glass shards scattered across the concrete floor like deadly diamonds.
